Homecoming

When the sound of rushing water drowns the noise of planes, cars, trucks, and trains I will find my peace surrounding me.

The cool, clear flow draws my senses close as a memory, their reunion a simple and storied gift granted only to those who seek it.

A pillar of my body and a shield to my spirit, it grants vitality and strength to my conscience- an echinacea for the soul.

From mountain to sea it runs wild, its solstacean pulse carrying the life blood of nature through sand shore veins.

And when I find that peace, I will again embrace that sweet sacrament of life on and through me. I will set aside my glass mask, stand before it alone, and bathe in the blood of the earth.